birds call two different tribes hidden above in conversation morning sun's gentle touch before it explodes thermostat on high fresh cut fields of green - drying, bleaching to hay drift earth over me I sit my feet bare on damp grass, pressed down portal to awareness beyond the physical world into sudden depths of connection through earth my feet, my ears and nose and eyes to a beating heart it's not possible to be in full awareness without feeling all portal to all experience through folds of time place unnecessary borders erased by connection - bare feet to heart in conversation